Record Lady - Lyle Lovett

Robert Earl this friend of mine

You know he’s always looking after my best interest

He told me: Lyle P. you need to get some action

Get your head back in line

You need to get out on your own, boy

This hanging around here’s got to stop

Get out on your own, boy

And take a little trip to the record shop

I said: The record shop?

But, Robert, I don’t need no records

He just smiled and he said

What you need is a

Record lady

Record lady

She’s got the cutest little cartridge

That you’ve ever seen

She’s a phonographic dream

I didn’t waste no time about it

I put on my coat and shoes

I packed up my old rocking chair

And I left them hell on Church Street blues

And I went down to the record shop

What else could I do?

She was five-foot-one and three-quarters

Lord, she claimed she five-foot-two

And she looked at me with her big green eyes

And she said: Can I help you find something?

I said: What you got on special?

Record lady

Record lady

She’s got the cutest little cartridge

That you’ve ever seen

She’s a phonographic dream

Acting very sophisticated

I began to browse around

I walked up to the record lady

And I said: I sure do like what I have found

It would be so beautiful

Please, come away with me

We could run down to Istanbul

Or maybe even gay Paree

And she looked at me with her big green eyes

And she said: Can I help you find something?

I said: What you got on special?

Record lady

Record lady

She’s got the cutest little cartridge

That you’ve ever seen

She’s a phonographic dream

A phonographic dream

One day you know I will see

My phonographic fantasy

In sweet fulfillment to the last detail

Down in Acapulco

Or even somewhere else

Just her and me together

The whole day long

Her and me together

Playing them records all night long

She’s the record lady

Record lady

Record lady at the record shop

Set it spinning mama

Don’t ever stop my

Record lady

Record lady